for George Floyd
George, the air today is charged with light.
I breathe and hear your words seeking breath.
Because I can walk, can breathe, I push
uphill the hard way, steep and close
with rocks, tight as my throat, closed and angry
with words I can’t find the voice to say.
Instead I speak your name to silent stone
older than law or hate. I say your name
to the fierce living wind, sing your name
like birdsong in waving grass. I give
your name to the endless sky that holds
this weeping world spinning in black,
star filled space.